are you really going to talk about timing in times like these?
He doesn't tell her to shhhh, doesn't try and dry her tears. Bottling it up he knows is not the fastest way to healing. What Remi does do, is gather Maeve as close to him as she wants, while shrouding her with his wings; she might not have anything to be ashamed of, but that didn't mean that everyone needed to be privy to the moment. Her emotions feel to him like a rose, grown from tepid and dark waters such that the petals have all turned black. Beautiful as it is, fingers have come to pluck the petals away, laughing at the thorns and the broken stem. Gently his fingers roam over her arm, patient and still in the wake of her flood. "Perhaps you should try women." He notes with a small smile. "It has never really worked out for me, but.." Shrugging against her, he bites back on his smile, not meaning to make light of her situation.
'Mmmm. But his are already burning." Gazing down at her as if he might kiss her, and indeed any other man might well do just that, Remi just nods softly. "A fair point. She is not very fond of me."
'Mmmm. But his are already burning." Gazing down at her as if he might kiss her, and indeed any other man might well do just that, Remi just nods softly. "A fair point. She is not very fond of me."
remi
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
